Stranger rape

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I live in Tsuen Wan Promenade Garden, not far from Tsuen Wan Ferry Pier. Due to my school job, a few years ago during a summer vacation, I took Mandarin classes in the evenings, two nights a week (Mondays and Wednesdays), from 7:00 PM to 9:00 PM. There's a small coastal path from Tsuen Wan Ferry Pier back to Promenade Garden, taking about 10 minutes. During the day, many residents walk this path. On the other side of the path is a row of barbed wire fences, part of which is dilapidated and allows pedestrians to enter. Behind the fence is a patch of tall weeds; this area is now the West Rail Station.

This incident happened on a Monday evening in August. After class, I was walking back to the promenade from Tsuen Wan Ferry Pier along this path. Halfway there, I noticed another person behind me, whom I assumed was also a resident of the promenade.

When I reached a section with broken barbed wire, he suddenly shoved me forcefully from behind into the weeds. He was very tall, and before I could even see his face clearly, he pointed a hard object at my waist, warning me not to shout or turn around. Then he pushed me forcefully into a pile of timber several feet high in the weeds, which was even taller than me. He pulled me onto a wooden ledge next to the timber pile. I think this ledge was originally meant to support construction machinery. The ledge was a few inches high, just big enough for one or two people to stand on. He told me to stand facing the timber pile on the ledge, without looking back at him. I don't know if he had prepared the ledge beforehand. At that moment, he stood on the wooden pillow, leaned against my back, and said he wouldn't hurt me, he just wanted to touch me. Before I could even refuse, his hand was already inside my skirt. I was really scared at that moment; everything happened so fast, I didn't even have time to react. But I really didn't dare to scream. He pushed me into the weeds with a lot of force. If he hadn't been holding me with his other hand, I would have fallen to the ground along with my handbag. My handbag fell into the weeds in front of the woodpile. Although I couldn't see his face, I felt that he seemed to be a new immigrant working on a construction site because he was wearing safety shoes, his Cantonese wasn't very standard, he was dark-skinned and burly, with short hair. He was at least a head taller than me, so I really didn't dare to move or scream, afraid that he would really hurt me.

Although I'm not in great shape, I'm only 5 feet 1 inch tall, this isn't the first time I've been sexually harassed. A few years ago, when I was on the subway, a man took advantage of the crowded carriage to grope my buttocks and genitals. I didn't dare to scream that time, afraid of being embarrassed and ashamed. Actually, I'm quite timid. Now I dared not shout anymore, I just wanted someone to pass by the small path quickly so I could scare him away. Actually, the pile of timber and the small path were only a dozen feet apart, separated only by a row of tall weeds. And I was standing behind the pile of timber, so if I didn't shout, even if someone passed by, it would be difficult for them to notice. I think that's why he chose this place. Besides, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and very few people would walk on the small path. If I hadn't heard of any security problems, I wouldn't have walked on this small path. One of his hands was groping my genitals, and the other hand was touching my breasts through my clothes. He wasn't using too much force, but I could feel that his hands were very rough. Maybe my genitals are very sensitive. He was pulling up my skirt and down my underwear to touch my genitals directly, so I could feel that his hands were very rough. I figured if no one else walked by, I should just wait until he was satisfied and leave. I didn't dare look back, my hands gripping the wooden stake, my whole body leaning forward, while he was behind me. When he touched my genitals, it didn't feel too uncomfortable, and my genitals instinctively released a little fluid, which I believe he felt too.

He stopped after about five minutes, and I thought he was probably leaving. Of course, I didn't dare move, waiting for him to leave before I did. But suddenly, I felt something hard being inserted into my genitals—a hot, hard object. I'm a married woman, so of course I knew it was a male genital organ, but I really didn't expect him to rape me, because we were standing the whole time. I never thought he could penetrate me while we were standing. I don't know when he took off his long quilt, but I knew it was too late. My sexual knowledge mainly comes from my husband. We usually have sex in the missionary position, even if I'm completely naked and standing, it's absolutely impossible for my husband's penis to penetrate me. My husband is only slightly taller than me, about 5 feet 3 inches, so his penis is probably much longer than mine.

At this moment, he forcefully grabbed my hands and pressed them against the pile of wooden planks in front of me. His head came close to my ear from behind, and he whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry, it's so hard, I'm so tired." I can't write the word, but I know what it means.

Initially, when he touched me for about 5 minutes and then suddenly stopped, I really thought he was going to leave. But when he suddenly gripped my waist tightly with both hands, I realized that he wanted more than just touching me. He suddenly leaned forward, and I cried out. Although I'm a married woman, I've never experienced this kind of throbbing pain before. Actually, I'm on the petite side, about 10 inches tall without shoes. After he penetrated me, he forcefully grabbed my hands from behind and pulled me against the pile of wooden planks in front of him. His head was close to my ear from behind, and he apologized several times, saying that he had worked very hard to penetrate me and that's why he was doing this to me. He asked me to help him so he could penetrate me further. Actually, I didn't quite understand what he meant at the time, because I thought he had already penetrated me, so why was he asking me to help him? Later, I realized that his penis had only been partially inserted.

I really regretted not screaming when he touched me at first, because I genuinely believed that he only wanted to molest me, not have sex. Perhaps that was what he initially thought, but seeing that I didn't resist much, he changed his mind and went further. But now it was too late. I was confused at the time, and I didn't know how to react. I didn't answer him, I just lowered my head. I think he knew I wouldn't resist strongly. He stopped gripping my hands tightly, pulled my body back a little, and stood up on the ground. I knew his intention; he wanted to get a better position. I also knew that my genitals were completely exposed to him. I was still standing on the wooden pillow, my hands gripping the pile of wood. Then, he gripped my waist tightly and leaned forward. I realized that his penis had only been halfway in before; now he was fully inside. I cried out. My lower body felt like it was filled more completely than his penis, swollen and splitting. I thought his penis was much larger than my husband's. He looked down and asked if it hurt. I nodded. He stopped, leaning forward onto my back. I believe he was fully inside me before stopping, because my buttocks were touching his thighs and hair—I think it was the hair next to his penis.

I knew he was certain I wouldn't resist or scream, so he slowed down. He started unbuttoning my shirt and directly touching my breasts. At this point, I dared not scream. He had completely possessed me, and I was terrified of being discovered by passersby who would call the police. I didn't know how I would face them then.

Most of the readers of this diary are probably men, and you can't imagine what it feels like to be forced into sex by a stranger. Actually, I was already in a lot of pain when he inserted part of his penis, but everything happened so fast that I didn't know how to react. When he asked me to help him so he could insert it further, I didn't quite understand what he meant until he held my waist tightly from behind with both hands. That's when I realized he was going to push the rest of his penis in. The swelling and tearing sensation made me burst into tears. I don't know if he heard me crying and stopped to ask if it hurt. Although his penis didn't move after it was fully inserted, when his hands unbuttoned my shirt and directly touched my breasts, I had a strong feeling of being bullied. Although I was very afraid of being discovered by passersby, I kept sobbing. But I was really afraid that passersby would hear my crying and call the police because I couldn't imagine that I would be a victim of rape and how I would face my family and friends in the future.

Perhaps because I had been facing away from him the whole time, he didn't seem to notice that I was crying. It wasn't until I felt his penis start to move that I realized how much it hurt, even though it was very small. I cried and shook my head, begging him to stop. Only then did he stop completely, but his penis was still inside me, just not moving anymore. He kept apologizing in my ear, saying he didn't know he was hurting me. I ignored him, but I didn't dare to cry loudly anymore, afraid that passersby would hear. I just sobbed quietly.

But I didn't expect him to whisper in my ear at that moment that if I still felt pain, he could pull his penis out, on the condition that I promise him I wouldn't cry anymore and wouldn't be kissed by him. Actually, I didn't know what he meant by "kiss," I only knew that if he was willing to pull his penis out, I would agree to anything, so I nodded. Actually, when he asked me if it hurt after he penetrated me, I was afraid he would move again, so I nodded.

At first, I didn't quite believe he would do this, because he had lied to me once before, saying he only wanted to touch me, not have sex with me. Another reason I didn't believe him was that even when I had sex with my husband, if I said I felt pain, my husband still wouldn't stop, at most he would just quickly thrust a few times to ejaculate as soon as possible, so I didn't have high hopes for what he said, I just hoped he would stop moving.

But to my surprise, after I nodded, he actually pulled his penis out of my vagina very carefully and slowly. Even though I was bent over with my back to him, I could clearly feel that he was afraid of hurting me again.

At this moment, I was still holding onto the pile of wood in front of me with both hands. After he pulled his penis out, he suddenly moved his head between my legs and began to kiss my genitals from behind. I was very surprised that he would do this, but I couldn't avoid his kiss because my posture at that time was bent forward, and my genitals were completely exposed to him, just like before. I felt very ugly and embarrassed at that moment, and tried to reach between my legs to push his head away, but I couldn't. He held my thighs tightly with both hands, put his whole head on the inside of my thighs, and began to kiss my labia. I could only hold onto his short hair, not knowing what to do.

This was the first time a man had kissed my genitals. My husband and I have been married for three years, and he never does this. I don't know if he genuinely enjoyed kissing me, or if he thought it would make me feel better and was trying to make amends for hurting me earlier. Although I still felt ashamed, at least I was facing away from him, so I wasn't embarrassed or awkward. However, my legs felt weak from his kisses. I think men are strange too. No matter what, a woman's genitals aren't exactly beautiful, but he still kissed me as if he were admiring them. Although it was dark in the bushes, the streetlights near the wire fence allowed him to see my body clearly.

I was quite touched by some of the responses from netizens, especially those who became members just to leave me comments. As for those who treated my writing as pornography, you made me feel more relaxed writing my story. I was a little worried that I would write too explicitly because there are many descriptions of my inner thoughts.

My husband and I have sex once a week, mostly on Saturday nights. But my husband has never kissed my genitals, and I don’t ask him to do so because I think only foreigners like oral sex. So when he suddenly kisses my genitals, I feel very embarrassed and ashamed, especially when he holds my thighs tightly and pulls me down so that I sit on a wooden pillow. Although I still couldn't see his face, because his head was still between my thighs, kissing my genitals, I was sitting on a wooden pillow with my back against a pile of wood. He held my thighs tightly with both hands, bending them high and spreading them apart. He knelt in front of me, his head between my thighs, kissing my labia. At first, I tried to push him away, but I couldn't. Instead, he held my thighs even tighter. In the end, I could only hold his short hair and let him kiss me. At least it was much better than when he had inserted his penis into my vagina earlier. Actually, I didn't know if he was raping me, because at least when I told him to stop, he didn't force himself on me. Also, he asked me before kissing me, but I didn't know he meant this kind of kiss.

I don't have much pubic hair. I think men are strange. No matter what, a woman's genitals aren't exactly beautiful, but he still kissed me as if he were admiring them. He used his tongue to kiss me, placing his head on the inside of my thighs and kissing my labia directly. Sometimes, I could feel him sucking my entire labia into his mouth. Although I'm a very healthy woman, and my genitals only secrete a little when stimulated, I still felt very embarrassed and awkward having a grown man constantly kissing my genitals. Although I was still wearing a top, my skirt and bra had already been removed, leaving my lower body completely naked. At the same time, he had unbuttoned my top and unhooked my bra. When he felt that I wasn't pushing his head away anymore, he started moving his hands from my thighs to my breasts. He caressed me very forcefully. Although I'm not a very voluptuous woman, my breasts aren't small either. Perhaps it's because my figure is relatively petite that my breasts appear fuller, but his hands could completely hold my breasts in his own. Because his hands, like his body, were quite large, I really wasn't suited to him.

He kissed my genitals for about 10 minutes, then moved his head to my breasts and began suckling. At this point, I immediately tensed up because he was now sitting on a wooden pillow, spreading my thighs apart. He pulled me in front of him, so we sat facing each other on his lap. Although he was only kissing my breasts, this position brought my genitals and his genitals almost touching. Although I couldn't clearly see his penis, I could still feel its heat and hardness because it was sandwiched between our bodies. He was constantly suckling my breasts, and his body blocked my view, preventing me from seeing his penis. But at this moment, I could clearly see his face. While he wasn't exactly handsome, he wasn't as ugly as I had initially imagined, nor was he as old as I had thought. His skin was just rough and dark. Judging from his appearance, he might be younger than me, but I was already a woman nearing 30.

I didn't dare look him in the eye, so I kept my head down. He embraced me with both hands and leaned down to kiss my breasts. He was like a little boy, constantly sucking on my nipples and breasts. I didn't try to push him away like he had when he kissed my genitals before. Mainly, I could accept this kind of kiss because my husband does the same. At the same time, he wasn't too rough with me. Even when he bit my nipples like my husband does, he only bit them lightly, not with the force he uses. Perhaps he could feel that my breasts were being stimulated and my nipples were hard. While sucking on my nipples, he asked me if I felt comfortable. I lowered my head and didn't answer. Suddenly, he said to me in a vulgar tone, "Do you know how beautiful your genitals and breasts are? I really want to fuck you." When I heard this, I immediately tensed up and shook my head to indicate that I couldn't. Seeing my reaction, he didn't say anything more and just continued kissing my body. He didn't take any further action.

Thank you for your concern, netizens. My husband has been away from home for the past two days. I wanted to finish writing my story, but I type very slowly, so I hope you can understand.

When he said he wanted to penetrate me again, I immediately thought of the pain I had experienced before. Fortunately, he only continued kissing my body and didn't take any further action. I believe he only wanted to, not actually did, because he could have easily ignored my feelings and forced himself on me. With his strength, I wouldn't have been able to refuse, at least not at that moment. At the same time, he actually pulled my body apart a little and asked me to help him with my hands. At that moment, I could clearly see his fully erect penis. I then understood why I felt so much pain when he penetrated me before. It was because his penis was much thicker and larger than my husband's. My husband's penis is probably on the shorter side, and his penis was almost twice as long as my husband's. He took my hand and guided it to his penis, which was slightly curved upwards. Because it was fully erect, it looked ugly, somewhat like a vicious snake, because its color was very dark. Compared to my husband's, it was truly ugly. After I got married, my labia also became darker, but compared to the color of his penis, my labia were still much lighter.

I understood he wanted me to help him with his hand. Actually, I was willing to do so at that moment, but I felt a little embarrassed. Having to hold a strange man's penis and rub it up and down was always an awkward thing for me. Also, I wasn't very good at it—I mean, how to rub a man's penis to arouse him and make him ejaculate—because my husband would never ask me to do that. When I rubbed it with my hand, I could clearly sense his dissatisfaction with my performance. He often gripped my hand tightly and rubbed his already highly aroused penis up and down very forcefully. I was actually a little worried that he would hurt his skin, because during intercourse with my husband, he had also hurt his penis because I wasn't wet enough. Of course, this time with my husband, I also felt pain, but not as much as when he penetrated me before.

After he held my hand and rubbed it for several minutes, he still couldn't ejaculate. He started to get impatient and asked if I could help him orally. I didn't answer because I didn't dare refuse his request immediately. But when he tried to pull my head down, I shook my head in refusal because I really didn't want to do it. Although I had given my husband oral sex before, it was only when he wanted to have intercourse but his penis wasn't fully erect and he couldn't penetrate me. I would only reluctantly give him oral sex then. But as long as my husband's penis was erect, he wouldn't ask me to do it orally; he would directly insert his penis into my vagina and rub it.

I really couldn't do oral sex for a strange man. At the same time, his penis was fully erect, and I really didn't dare to kiss his ugly penis. When he knew I wouldn't do it, although he didn't force me, I could sense that he was a little angry. Maybe he wasn't angry that I wouldn't give him oral sex, but that he couldn't ejaculate and it was painful for him. He pulled me in front of him again and said that it was very difficult for him to ejaculate, and he asked me to rub it against him. I lowered my head and didn't answer. Actually, I didn't quite understand what he meant. I only knew that he wasn't going to penetrate me, because he said to me in a vulgar way, "I don't want to fuck you, I just want to fuck you." At this time, we were sitting facing each other, and he had spread my thighs apart and placed them on his thighs, so his penis could directly touch my genitals. When he put his hands on my buttocks, spread my thighs apart and placed them on his arms, he began to lift my buttocks with his hands and move my body up and down. At this time, I understood what he meant. He was rubbing his penis against my labia. My labia are the kind that are slightly exposed. Also, when he kissed my genitals earlier, my labia had already swelled up a little, so his penis could rub between my labia. Perhaps because he had kissed my genitals, my labia were a little wet. I didn't know if it was his saliva or my natural secretions.

He pressed his penis between my labia and rubbed it up and down. This felt much better to him than when I used my hand, because he made a little noise. My husband has a similar reaction when we have sex. Although his penis didn't penetrate me, almost the entire length of it rubbed against my labia.

He was much taller and bigger than my husband. I felt like a little girl next to him because he could easily lift me up and rub against me. Actually, he was sitting on the wooden pillow the whole time, so his penis didn't move. Instead, he used his hands to lift my lower body and move my body up and down so that my labia could rub against his penis. Even though he didn't penetrate me, he still asked me if it hurt. Actually, when he first pressed his penis against my labia and rubbed it, I felt a little pain, but I could still bear it. So I bit my lower lip because I didn't want to make any sound, and I didn't want him to know how I felt, so I didn't answer him. He told me that he felt very comfortable now, and that my body had a fragrance. He even suddenly called me "wife". I do wear a very light perfume, which can only be smelled when you are very close to my body.

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